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12/05/2010

Letters to Peanut

Date: November 29, 2026 -This is a partial screenprint of what was found in an old box of geneology forum snail mailers recently, claims to be from way back in 2016, but as we have just now found these items, it is most likely an archeo-Forgery.you never know with these old rusty technologies anymore. Six of the ten memory chips still work. We have no way of knowing what was on those other four rusted chips. The Authors name is lost as well, but we think he was from Perhaps Mexico or Texas :

Letters to “Peanut” - A great kid I unfortunately will never meet, who has a splendid family, no one could ever be as lucky as you.

Hey there, I’m stuck for a few months in a kinda loud place that doesn’t have any tv or radio reception. Internet’s too expensive to waste, so I mostly write, and sometimes, I don’t know who to write to anymore.

So I am writing to you, a newborn child, but I am saving these in a time dated delivery chip, so you won’t get these for at least 10 years or so. I won’t be there when you arrive, but feel it’s a shame not to let you know all the terribly sweet and fabulous things I know about your grandmama Gigi. Remember, a man with no family is mostly an unwanted thing, so never lose connection with your family. They are all you will have sometimes. A good family is all you need, so help them. Most kids around you will be undisciplined and rude. Don’t be that way, have self respect.

I never had a proper family, you were born into one of the best. I was lucky to meet many of your cousins and uncles and lots of your ancestors one cold Thanksgiving day in 2010, the year before you were born. It was so cold outside, yet as soon as we came into the house children were screaming and running everywhere, the memory of the smell of all that food still delights me to this very moment, and I never felt more at home than I did that night, everyone huddled at tables covered with the best food, and we ate, and ate, and everyone was so nice, and then after pecan pie, and flan, and cheesecake, everyone danced to a goofy nintendo game, laughed till we cried, and we all took pictures and videos, and more laughing, and screaming, and fun, it was great. But I lost my camera soon after, I wish I could have saved those pictures, one was a beautiful picture of your mother and your Gigi together.

See, once you get out here with all the big people, nobody listens to nothing. Don’t do that. Always listen. You learn that way. So, your, you know, kinda hangin’ around, waitin’ out your time. Me too. And at first I got a little happy thinking I may meet you one day, but maybe that ain’t gonna happen, after all (it’s probably for the best, I don’t have much experience with babies and kids, and these days, men should just stay well away from babies, too much danger someone will think your a weirdo, or something), but I don’t think a polite story or two will hurt.

So, like I said, I probably won’t be there for your real birthday, see I’m not really related to your people, or your family, but I have met your mama many times. She’s neat. One time, she gave me a free hamburger coupon for an oldtime Sonic burger, so I would never be hungry. I still have it, your Mom’s the tops. But she’s gotta be, she’s as fierce as your grandaddy, and I bet she turns out to be just as wonderful at mothering as her momma was.

Your mama’s momma was a very dear friend of mine once, and I was so darn lucky to have known her, you and me will always share that. When you are in trouble run to her, she will protect you like no one but your mamma could. Your Gigi, she will always be there for you, like a raging grizzly mama bear, your Gigi is one obstinate, driven, but loving woman, and maybe the prettiest mama grizzly who ever lived. (Don’t you ever call her Granny, she won’t say a word, I know her, but she hates that phrase, I got your back on this one, lil’ goober)

I don’t know what name they will have given you by the time you read this or hear of it, so I’ll call you peanut if that’s ok.

Little one, I know a thing or two about telling stories. And this is a super story of some of the great people who are in your family. Families are wonderful things, like big shaggy dogs, sometimes they annoy you, but they also protect you, and play with you, and love you. Mostly that. Having someone that always loves you, that’s important. More than you will ever know, my little wondrous friend, till you don’t have that love to hold you and protect you.

Peanut, I don’t even know if your a boy or a girl, either way, always, always. ALWAYS, love and respect and cherish your family, especially your grandma, her and your great grandma are very special. In every generation, there must be a woman, a very strong woman, that gives every bit of herself, sometimes more than all of herself, that keeps the family going. It’s a little like magic, and it keeps life on this earth happening.

Your Grandmother, Gigi, is that kind of woman, the best mother I ever met, and in her day, the prettiest lady I ever saw in this life. She spoiled your mamma something fierce, and you probably will get it even worse. Lucky little tike!

But never forget, YOU are amazing. Already, as I write this, years before the time lock releases this memory chip with this story to you, yea, you’re tiny, but you’re there, and that’s the amazing part of life.

Anyway, the things I saw your Gigi do, were astounding. See, most men and women will shy away from a fight, especially if the odds are not in their favor. Not your Gigi. I once saw her slip start a bone dry pick up truck a mile or more, on sheer will power alone. She saved you uncle’s life with the tightest grip you have ever seen. She traveled all the time. Go Go Go. She quarreled. All the time. But I think it was a defense mechanism she developed to protect her own brood, and until you came along, she could be the tiniest bit fussy and whiny at times, but I know without a doubt, if that woman is still living, she is looking out for you like no one else.

She was so beautiful when I knew her, men from all over the world would seek her friendship, but she had such a good heart, even though I was a worthless bum, she told me she I was her best friend.

She was always busy, and when you were born, your mamma needed her badly. So, I took the hint, and made myself scarce, but I hope you will forgive me for telling you all this, without getting to any actual stories yet. But I will. Your Gigi was an neverending, astounding, simply grand story, and you are her magnum opus. Look it up.

So whether I am alive or not, you will receive one of these memory chip files every birthday, for at least 10 years, this is all I have written so far. Hopefully I will have time to write many more.

I have no children, and as I get older, I have learned to remember only good times. You see, I loved your Gigi, but I was not destined to be around for your life, my loss. People only live as long as those who loved them remember them. So if you don’t mind, I will tell you stories to help me remember that warm loving woman that has made your childhood so rich and spectacular. Your Gigi. I knew her and loved her - and I know that’s just the way she will have done it.

Next year, for your birthday, I will tell you more of your Grandmother Gigi, who travelled here from another country, who raised you mother and aunt and uncle all by herself. Who worked two jobs the entire time I knew her, never once complained, and always gave everyone she met the biggest most radiant and gorgeous smile you have ever seen.

Oh, and before I forget, Learn proper english for business, learn spanish for the passion, and learn chinese because you will be amazed what they will say about you if they think you don’t speak their language.

Time’s up. The satellite linkup is fading I will be in darkness for a while.